Page 71 of The Triple Threat

Thinking it was easier than arguing, I craned my neck and then dropped my head onto his chest as soon as he let out a sigh.

“Well, ain’t this cozy.”

Hunter’s face was so close to mine that his breath, which smelled of beer and mint, ghosted over my skin and sent ripples of excitement through my body.

“So, tell me, how do you propose we get anyone else in here?”

Hunter edged closer and it didn’t escape my notice that you’d barely have been able to slide a slip of paper between our mouths. I swallowed hard and thanked God I hadn’t had any of Dad’s god-awful onion sauce with my turkey.

“Didn’t think that far ahead,” I whispered. “I was pretty sure no one would find me. I’m surprised you remembered to be truthful.”

I couldn’t see his face properly, but I just knew Hunter was staring at me, trying to make out my expression in the darkness.

“Funny,” he replied, and I heard him swallow. “I didn’t realize how much I do remember about you.”

We were so quiet he must have heard my heart banging against my chest bone, begging to come out.

“Nothing to say?”

“Nope,” I breathed out.

“Wow, that’s different.” Hunter chuckled low and pushed closer to me.

I gasped quietly feeling that damn big schlong of his pressing against my leg. Even through his denims I was pretty sure I could feel every inch and every ridge of it against my leg.

“Well, that was rude,” I hissed hoping that some sass would break the tension inside the basket.

The thought caused me to giggle.

“What?” Hunter asked as he ran his hand down my arm. “What’s so funny?”

“Us. Being in a basket. It’s just funny is all.”

“I guess we do hang out in some strange places.” His fingertips trailed up toward my shoulder and drew small circles causing my stomach to flip. “Storerooms, dress up baskets, wherever next?”

My nipples sprang to life and I knew that Hunter could feel them when his breath hitched.

“I thought we agreed that this wasn’t going to happen again,” I mumbled into the darkness, not sure whether I was talking to Hunter, myself or my nipples.

“You said that, not me,” Hunter replied and shifted even closer, snaking his arm around my back and pushing his hand up my shirt. “And nothing is happening… yet.”

Rough fingertips trailed the goosebumps which broke out across my sensitive skin and I started to breath heavily as he reached the fastener on my bra. With a deft flick of the wrist, he unclipped it giving my girls the freedom they were craving – well they were craving his touch, but you can’t be too greedy.

“Hunter,” I protested a little lamely.

“Ellie.”

He mocked my tone and even though our mouths weren’t touching, I could feel him smile.

“What are you doing?’

“Well, Ellie, there’s this thing called sex and—”

“Don’t be such a dick,” I replied, but moved my crotch closer to his hard on.

It was like he had a magnet in his dick, and I had a metal plate in my pussy – the damn hussy wouldn’t stop moving toward him.

“Do I need to continue with the sex-ed theory, or shall we move straight to the practical part of the lesson?”